Erin: I can't believe they're sending us up in this. Is it even safe to fly?
Davis Mackie: Erin, relax. If I could take off in a Black Hawk under fire in Fallujah, I think I can handle a News Chopper 9 with a hangover.
Erin: Hangover?
Katie: God, what have I done?
Harry Hole: I need a case... to work on.
Gunnar Hagen: I apologize for Oslo's low murder rate.
Winston Churchill: I am choosing between trials and tribulations. Do stop adding to them.
John Walcott: We do not write for the people who send people's kids to war. We write for the people whose kids get sent to war.
Edwin: You ever worried we might shoot all the wrong people?
Flake: You wanna know what I think about? How when something terrible happens somewhere, and there's all those flags, and flowers, and candles, and pictures of people who died, and pages of sayings and poems, all that shit lined up for months. That's what I think about.
Jessica Johnson: I am well aware that this is a one-way mission and there is no point of return to my original life.
Ella Spencer: It's just something I really need to do with your father.
Philip: The only women allowed in the house were the dogs.
Susan Carpenter: OK... Fuck it.
Peter Carpenter: You're not supposed to swear in front of me.
Ingrid Thorburn: Fuck me, Bruce. Gotham needs you.
Maddy Whittier: I wish I could remember them.
Pauline: Maybe it'd be easier if I couldn't.
Mark Felt: The White House is packing all its crimes in separate little boxes. Watergate, the spying, the ugliness, the rot. Each thing in a different box so that no-one can put it together, so that no-one sees it's all connected. And no-one will care, but it's all the same big thing.
Sandy Smith: And Watergate? Just the gateway.
Eric Marsh: The world's full of people taking chances.